Stop Instragramming Your Perfect Life →
winesburgohio: theweightof: squeekycleandave: wigglygiggle: heyangella: The danger of the internet is that it’s very very easy to tell partial truths—to show the fabulous meal but not the mess to clean up afterward. To display the smiling couple-shot, but not the fight you had three days ago. To offer up the sparkly milestones but not the spiraling meltdowns. SELECTIVE FOCUS coupled...
Plants and Animals “Bye, Bye, Bye”
Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they...– Henry David Thoreau
as if a marriage proposal at the RNC wasn’t already romantic enough, watching this engagement unfold was just… unbelievably awkward.
The greater the artist, the greater the doubt. Perfect confidence is granted to...– robert hughes
When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire,...– Shunryu Suzuki
The Female of the Species, by Rudyard Kipling
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail. For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man, He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can. But his...
the flirtations “nothing but a...
wilco “poor places” classic.
cat power “ruin”
A seemingly normal man just stopped me and proclaimed that, judging by the way I was handling my phone, I must be a creative person. He said I obviously do creative work for a living. I told him he was correct. He told me I that currently, I am only utilizing 50% of my creativity. I told him I wasn’t sure I agreed. He examined my right hand, and told me that he was speaking the truth. Then,...
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros: Here →
the joubert singers “stand on the...
Don’t aim at success—the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more...– Viktor Frankl
video for the Penguin English Library. Love, love, love.
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.– Mark Twain